Nancy Kerr 2013
Melrose Quartet: https://melrosequartet.bandcamp.com/track/santa-georgia
Well I was not bound for Eden and my bag became a burden
So here I made my garden where the banks of burdocks grow
And there was no gold or silver where the foundry meets the river
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow
Chorus:
Where old panes are broken and a thousand tongues are spoken
And new saints awaken where the banks of burdocks grow
So farewell cold winter, we will all shine out together
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow
Well there is no peace nor plenty in the land of Old Brigante
And the rain falls down so gently where the banks of burdocks grow
And a fond lover’s sweetness is a lantern in the darkness
Is a grand and burning furnace where the banks of burdocks grow
Well the king he sent his armies from the land of Old Brigante
And the soldiers they grew weary where the banks of burdocks grow
And they stormed the Temple Quarter and the glass fell down like water
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow
On the road to Old Brigando where the factory meets the meadow
There’s a candle in my window where the banks of burdocks grow
And a thousand trees are planted in the land of Old Brigante
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow